Controlling the Nine Prison Pagoda

On the sacred mountain in his memory, there were many powerful auras.

He guarded the base of the mountain. Although he had slain many strong intruders, his own strength might not have been the greatest, or perhaps, among Xuan Yi's many disciples, he was not that noticeable?

"This won't do!"

Deep down, he had always believed he was Xuan Yi's only disciple, and thus naturally the strongest.

Now, however, he realized that Xuan Yi had more than just one disciple, and that he wasn't even the strongest among his peers. A hint of jealousy arose in his heart.

"This old man! He secretly took on more disciples behind my back, and it seems like there's quite a few of them too. No way, I must become the most outstanding one among them!" he swore silently to himself.

At the same time, he began to wonder about the identity of the Prophet. Could the Prophet also be one of his master's disciples?